leaves of a tree. The river is floating under our feet. The birds chirp and the butterflies. Are searching. No clouds in the sky. The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky. Worship of the
When I was very young. The world was younger than I. As merry as a carousel. . The circus tent was strung. With every star in the sky. Above the ring I loved so well. . Now the young world
Blonde girl in a blue dress. She's walkin away from me. She's standin so still. But she's walkin away Green eyes on a blue day. Black birds on a field of white. Blonde girl in a blue dress. And
Woody's roundup, right here everyday. Woody's Roundup, come on, it's time to play. There's Jessie, the yodeling cowgirl. (Yo-de-la, you-de-la, yo-de-la). . Bullseye, he's Woody's horse. (Grrr, h